Krystal awoke to bright sunlight shining in her eyes, a warm feeling enveloping her and giving her the sense that, while there was no where else she'd rather be, she was fully rested and ready for whatever the day had in store for her. However, that musing passed through her mind before she had any idea what it was that would greet her when she opened her eyes.

The first thing she noticed that seemed a bit off was the feel of the sheets that were tangled around her legs. Her own striped sheets were crisp cotton, worn softer by age. But the sheets that caressed her bare things when she shifted felt too smooth against her skin to be her own sheets.

And then there was the distinct feeling of toes gently tracing up her calf. That had her eyes snapping open immediately to more than one surprise.

Krystal found herself in a room three times the size of her own with plush red carpet and a grand king sized bed with red silk sheets and a luxurious red duvet. The walls were stark white with mahogany crown molding that shone in the morning sun as though freshly polished. Looking up, Krystal saw an extraordinary glass chandelier hanging six or so feet over her head.

But it was the voice that sounded to her left that shocked her the most.

“You're awake.”

Krystal sat up straight in bed and whipped her head in the direction from where the voice had come to see her older sister reclining next to her clothed in what looked to be a snug fitting nighty made of black lace over a black bra and matching panties. Immediately, her cheeks flushed red.

“Jessica!” she exclaimed in shock, “What are you wearing?”

“Don't you like it?” her sister pouted, looking down at herself before her eyes returned to Krystal's form, “I like what you're wearing.”

Krystal's gaze relocated to her own body to see that she was in a red silk demi bra and matching underwear, both trimmed in lace. Instinctively her arms came up to cover herself. Not that Jessica hadn't seen her in her underwear before (of course she had- they were sisters!) but this felt very, very different.

With that, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Krystal's neck, just below her jaw, sending an immediate warmth through her body. Still, she knew that this was wrong. Even though she had no idea what was actually happening.

“Are you insane?” she cried, pushing Jessica away, “We're sisters!”

“We're all a little mad here,” the older girl replied with an almost rueful smile.

“We?” Krystal asked.

Jessica motioned casually to the windows that marched along the wall to Krystal's right, so she climbed out of bed to peer out.

Outside was a world like she'd never seen before with trees that were taller than skyscrapers adorned with leaves so green and lush that they seemed fake. On the ground, women in full skirts walked through fields collecting large, vibrant wild flowers that would regrow almost as soon as the previous one was plucked from the ground. Men in rich looking clothes seemed to converse with animals that stood on two legs and groups of children frolicked about, chasing a glowing orb that seemed to change color ever time it switched direction.

“Where are we?” Krystal asked, voice hushed as though she might rattle the atmosphere that settled over this place.

“You forget every time you come to me,” Jessica said sadly, climbing out from under the sheets and making her way across the scarlet carpet to where Krystal was standing, “This is the world how it's supposed to be.”

“How can you say that?” Krystal demanded, “Nothing here seems real! Animals can't talk! Flowers don't automatically replenish themselves. This isn't...” she trailed off, unsure of why she was arguing about a place that seemed so removed from logic.

“We can be together here,” Jessica said softly, eyes holding a kind of surety and understanding that Krystal had never seen before.

“But we're sisters,” Krystal said again, the argument feeling weaker on her tongue than she expected.

“Not here we aren't.”

She wasn't sure how it happened- how she let it happen- but the next thing she knew, Jessica was pressed against her, hands carefully cupping her face as her lips gently coaxed her own to part.

The feeling that washed over her was unfamiliar, but it was like she'd felt it before, a long time ago and had since forgotten. Every sense of doubt or uneasiness left her like a rush of water down a drain, leaving her body thrumming with a vitality that she had never known.

Somehow, her hands found their way to Jessica's small waist- the lace rough yet soft against her palms- as the kiss deepened.

I'm dreaming, she told herself, of course none of this is real. But the sensation of Jessica's lips molded with her's- her tongue sliding sensuously against her own- was far too real. Everything in this place might have seemed unreal, but there was no denying the way she felt. Dreams didn't feel like this.

“Come back to bed,” Jessica murmured against her lips, “We probably don't have a lot of time.”

Krystal wanted to ask what she meant. Not a lot of time? What was going to happen? She felt like she needed to stop everything and have Jessica explain what exactly was going on. But somehow she found that she had no real desire to stop what was happening and that she was compliantly following Jessica to the bed- mouths still joined- where they toppled down onto the duvet.

Her head was spinning and her stomach was churning with nerves, but her body wasn't protesting. Rather, she found that she was kissing back with an amount of passion that seemed to come from nowhere- forming in her gut as sizzling until she was grasping at Jessica's light brown hair and pulling her down more harshly on top of her.

Jessica moaned into her mouth and Krystal could feel the last of her resolves falling away- the voice in her head that said, It's just a kiss. I'll stop before this goes too far.

She felt hands on her sides, sliding up and cupping her breasts through the satin of her bra. Krystal arched into the touch, shivering when she felt the front clasp of her bra get unhooked so that the material fell away and left her bare. The next thing she knew, there were soft lips skimming over the soft mounds and pressing warm kisses every few inches before trailing between her breasts and down her stomach. It was like she was being worshiped- every inch of bare skin being caressed by smooth touches and soft lips.

It was only when she felt her satin panties being pushed down that she froze- the gravity of the situation finally catching up to her and landing hard on her chest.

“Wait,” she gasped, propped herself up on her elbows and flushing when she saw Jessica knelt between her legs, fingers hooked around the waist band of her underwear.

“Please,” Jessica begged, eyes concerned and needy, “Please let me.”

Krystal didn't know what to say. This was too huge. This couldn't happen. It would change their lives forever! But the look in Jessica's eyes as she kissed over her sharp hipbone had her womanhood twitching with want and her heart swelling with love. She knew that she'd be taken care of- she felt safer than she ever had before. And it became clear with each passing second that she needed this. Her body was practically screaming with how much she needed Jessica to touch her- touch her in her most intimate area. She shivered.

“Okay.”

It was just a breath, but the older girl heard her and smiled, pressing one last kiss to her pelvis before she pulled Krystal's panties down her legs and tossed them to the floor. Jessica's slender hands held her pale thighs open as she gazed into her core. Krystal flushed under the gaze, but felt the heat between her legs increase.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Jessica moved forward and pressed her lips to her aching womanhood. Krystal cried out, tossing her head back and biting a lip to silence any further sounds.

She could only clutch desperately at the silk sheets as she felt Jessica's nimble tongue move against her- the warmth building in her belly and coiling tightly, tightly until the room was spinning and tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes.

“Jessica!” she gasped just as she hit her peak, lungs constricting almost painfully as her vision whited out completely. Visions of the two of them walking through the trees outside the window flashed through her mind like memories long forgotten or fragments of a dream.

Krystal closed her eyes as she lay back on the bed, barely able to catch her breath as the last zings of pleasure coursed through her.

“Come back to me,” Jessica said and then she was floating, images of the red and white room getting hazy. Where was she? Had someone just said something?

“Krystal!” The voice was insistent- jarring as she cracked her eyes open.

Confused, Krystal peered up at Luna who was standing beside her bed with a panicked look on her face.

“What are you doing? We're gonna be late!”

“My alarm...” she mumbled, sitting up and trying to remember what day it was.

“You must have slept through it,” Luna said, “We have to leave in ten minutes!”

i have crazy dreams! but unfortunately, i've never dreampt of jessica hahai'm glad that you got a creepy feel like it was another dimension. i was definitely going for that!i'm glad that you liked it!thanks for reading and commenting!